Me and her Sister
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The House of Elders
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- ISBN8232629090
- EAN9798232629090
- Date de parution16/09/2025
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- ÉditeurHamza elmir
Résumé
There are houses that look quiet, almost forgotten. Houses with creaking balcony doors, flowerpots waiting for a hand to water them, and curtains peering inward through dusty windows. But if you stand outside for a moment and close your eyes, you might hear things you won't find in any book: the groan of an old chair, a raspy laugh, a voice humming a tune long forgotten. These houses have souls - and a soul means stories.
What you are about to read is the story of such a house. Or rather. the fight to keep its flame from going out. Our heroine is a girl with untamed hair. Her companion, a dog who spoke with his eyes. And with them, people with wrinkle-labyrinth faces and hearts beating like children's. Because sometimes, the bravest heroes do not carry swords - but a notebook, a smile, or a small flower tucked in their pocket.
And every Thursday afternoon, in a quiet corner of the city, the miracle happens again.
What you are about to read is the story of such a house. Or rather. the fight to keep its flame from going out. Our heroine is a girl with untamed hair. Her companion, a dog who spoke with his eyes. And with them, people with wrinkle-labyrinth faces and hearts beating like children's. Because sometimes, the bravest heroes do not carry swords - but a notebook, a smile, or a small flower tucked in their pocket.
And every Thursday afternoon, in a quiet corner of the city, the miracle happens again.
There are houses that look quiet, almost forgotten. Houses with creaking balcony doors, flowerpots waiting for a hand to water them, and curtains peering inward through dusty windows. But if you stand outside for a moment and close your eyes, you might hear things you won't find in any book: the groan of an old chair, a raspy laugh, a voice humming a tune long forgotten. These houses have souls - and a soul means stories.
What you are about to read is the story of such a house. Or rather. the fight to keep its flame from going out. Our heroine is a girl with untamed hair. Her companion, a dog who spoke with his eyes. And with them, people with wrinkle-labyrinth faces and hearts beating like children's. Because sometimes, the bravest heroes do not carry swords - but a notebook, a smile, or a small flower tucked in their pocket.
And every Thursday afternoon, in a quiet corner of the city, the miracle happens again.
What you are about to read is the story of such a house. Or rather. the fight to keep its flame from going out. Our heroine is a girl with untamed hair. Her companion, a dog who spoke with his eyes. And with them, people with wrinkle-labyrinth faces and hearts beating like children's. Because sometimes, the bravest heroes do not carry swords - but a notebook, a smile, or a small flower tucked in their pocket.
And every Thursday afternoon, in a quiet corner of the city, the miracle happens again.
